My Silver Lining **Completed**

Chapter 3 - A Fight, an X-Ray, and Time

I woke up in the morning in Dylan's arms with my head on his chest. I was sore I could tell but what hurt the most was my ankle that was now intertwined with Dylan's. I tried to move but he began to stir, I didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful. His long eyelashes rested across his cheekbones and his full lips were slightly parted as he snored quietly. I stretched my neck, pecking under his chin lightly. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me before kissing my forehead. I blushed, having been caught kissing him while he slept but he didn't seem to be bothered.

"Good morning," he said wrapping his arms around me tighter.

"Morning," I squeaked due to the lack of oxygen being transferred to my lungs since I was being squished, he loosened his grasp very slightly but enough to where I could breath.

"So, last night was..." He paused trailing off and my stomach twisted preparing for the worst. Horrible, a mistake, disappointing, the possibilities were endless.

"Amazing," he said throwing me off guard. I avoided his eyes, keeping my cheek on his bare chest.

"You don't need to lie to make me feel better. I know it was probably horrible," I said drawing a heart pattern lightly onto his chest with my finger. He laughed quietly and I looked up at him. His eyes were creased on the sides as he smiled down at me curiously, like he was trying to figure me out.

"I don't know what made you believe that but trust me when I say you're the best I've ever had," he said proudly and my jaw almost dropped. Not that he was a man whore but I know he had been around enough to know.

"Really?" I asked smiling against his chest.

"Really," he confirmed. He shifted his weight causing my ankle to move and I involuntarily winced out in pain.

"What's wrong?" He said right away obviously knowing that something was causing my pain.

"My ankle, I think I sprained it," I told him and he got up out of bed carefully, throwing on boxers before uncovering my feet and examining the left one.

"I'm not a doctor or anything but that thing looks a lot more than just sprained. Jackson recently broke his ankle sliding into second base and it looked something like this." He said referring to my foot that was now three times its normal size. I groaned, I really hope it wasn't broken. This is just a disaster.

"Did he do this?" He asked me, his jaw clenching.

"I had to jump off of the second story and then I just ran to your house," I explained somberly as I measured his reaction. His fist clenched and unclenched again before he visibly calmed down. The creases between his eyes disappearing.

"Okay, I'm going to take you to go get checked out. At least your foot," he said before I could object. He began walking around the room trying to find me clothes to wear. He handed me the sweats from last night that had ended up in a pile on the floor and his lucky sweatshirt he always wore before a big game. He threw on a black shirt and a pair of pants. He stood there waiting for me to get out of bed and I bit my lip as I nervously clutched the sheet to my chest.

"Turn around," I ordered with the irrational fear of exposing myself. He didn't move, only smirking at my request.

"It's not like I didn't see everything last night," he said and I grabbed a pillow throwing it at him. He caught it effortlessly and sighed.

"Fine," he whined covering his face with the pillow. I slowly got out of the bed, grabbing everything and throwing it on a quickly as I could.

"Done," I told Dylan after I finished and he placed the pillow back on the bed. He went to the restroom returning with a hair brush and an extra toothbrush.